“Seven Hours ‘til Slavery”

Chapter 1

Roberta felt safe and secure in her home, and why shouldn’t she?  It was a nice house in a nice neighborhood in a nice suburb.  It wasn’t a palace, but it was comfortable enough with three bedrooms, a full basement and two-car garage.  The land around the house made it private enough so neighbors weren’t a problem.  There were woods between hers and the next houses, and sometimes she felt rather isolated, but she was never really scared.  Who would be in this area?  There was no real danger, no real crime to speak of.

Roberta and her daughter had moved here only a few months ago after her husband’s illness.  He had passed away rather quickly, leaving them set up financially, but she and her daughter were devastated by the loss.  The widow threw herself into taking care of her daughter, trying to get both of their lives back on track, but the progress had been slow in coming.  Neither had made any real friends in town, mostly keeping to themselves, and Roberta certainly hadn’t returned to the dating scene.  The issue wasn’t her looks.  She was still a beautiful woman at 37.  At 5’5” and only 118 lbs, with her long light-brown hair and green eyes, she always attracted male attention.  When she would walk by, men would stop to look at her long, shapely legs and tight ass that wiggled almost violently with each step.  Her large, firm chest jiggled ever so slightly as to give only a hint of the delights hidden there.  She knew she was attractive, but she wasn’t ready to go through all of the nonsense of dating again.  She didn’t want to spend time with man after man only to find out their baggage made them undesirable to her.   She knew she needed a man, but she didn’t need was the mountain of bullshit that came with them.

As she stood at the sink washing the breakfast dishes, her daughter, Tina, walked through the swinging door into the kitchen.  She was dressed for school and had her knapsack over her shoulder.  Her low-rider jeans hugged her 17-year-old ass like they were painted on.   She wore a crop top that showed her flat stomach and the dangling jewelry hanging from the piercing in her navel.  Like her mother, Tina was thin, with the same big breasts, but hers seemed so much bigger because she was seventeen and wearing a cropped top that seemed to be suspended away from her skin and floating in the air.  She was the picture of modern teen life, innocent with a suggestion of sluttiness, a virgin whose fashion sense came from porn starlets.  Roberta had given up trying to get her to dress more conservatively a long time ago, realizing that all the girls dressed this way these days if they wanted to fit in, and fitting in was important in high school.  Tina walked over to her mother and kissed her on the cheek, saying good-bye as she did so.  Roberta responded in kind, and as Tina was walking out the back door she reminded her mom that she was going over to a friend’s house after school and would be home around dinnertime.   The door closed with a click.  Roberta didn’t think of locking it.  She never did.  There was no need to. 

He was waiting just on the edge of the woods in the shadows and out of sight.  He could see her through the kitchen window.  It wouldn’t be long now.  The daughter would be leaving soon and then he could quietly walk up to the back door and let himself in.  If he was lucky he would catch her by surprise and quickly take control of the situation.  He hated the initial confrontations that took place when a woman saw him coming.  It was so much easier when he could sneak up on them, and get them bound and gagged quickly.  He also found that they broke more quickly when they didn’t get the opportunity to fight him at all.  If they got a taste of the fight they would hold out hope that they might get another chance to fight and escape, so subduing them before they knew what was happening robbed them of that hope.  By the time he was finished with them, their spirits were broken and they knew their place.  They accepted that they would be slaves for the rest of their lives and would be sold when he was finished training them.  It never ceased to amaze him how effective his methods were.  It didn’t matter what kind of personality a woman had, they all came around eventually.

He had made a lot of money doing this.  There were so many girls over the few short years.  He was smart and discreet, picking women who could easily disappear without raising too many questions.  This one would be no exception.  The daughter would be a bit of a problem, but he knew how to handle it.  Everyone would think they had moved out of town.  

Once he saw the daughter leave, he patiently waited the half hour he always waited.  He wanted to give his victim the chance to get involved in her routine.  Roberta had done exactly that.  She was tidying up in the living room and didn’t hear the back door open when he quietly slipped into the kitchen with his own knapsack over his shoulder.  He carefully placed it on the kitchen table, making not a sound, and then took the silent steps to the door and carefully listened to the sounds coming from the next room.  He could tell that she was on the other side of the room, so he gently pulled the door open just an inch to see.  There she was bent over the coffee table straightening up.  He closed the door and went back to the table.  Opening his knapsack, he took out the things he needed and put them into his pockets.  He returned to the door and peeked again.  She was still straightening up but his moment had come.  He opened the door just wide enough to slip through and entered the living room as silently as a cat.  He quickly moved behind her took a deep breath and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair pulling her backwards hard and fast.  She didn’t know what was happening but was moved backwards and upwards into a standing position.  As she opened her mouth to scream out her surprise, a ball gag filled her mouth before she could utter a sound.  A knife suddenly came into her field of vision and she started to panic, but he spoke to her and made it clear that he was not someone to fuck with.

“Freeze where you are, bitch.  Not a sound or I’ll cut your throat right here and now.  Do you understand me?”  All she could do was nod her head.  “Good bitch.  If you fight me, you die.  Nod your head if you understand.”  Again she nodded, but she felt the fear throughout her whole being.  Her heart raced and she began to sweat.  He put the knife back into its sheath on his belt, and from his rear pocket he took out the handcuffs telling her to put her hands behind her.  She complied and was handcuffed tightly in a matter of seconds.  He still had a grip on her hair and he leaned in to her ear and whispered to her, “If you do as I say you will live.  Piss me off and I’ll make you suffer like you never imagined before I kill you.  Will you do as you are told?”   Roberta was smart enough to know there was only one choice and she nodded her answer.  “Good bitch.”  He forced her to her knees and ordered her to keep her head looking straight ahead.  “If you look at me I will have to kill you, so make sure that you don’t sneak a peek.  He removed his hand from her hair and reached into his pocket for another pair of cuffs, but these were leather ankle cuffs which he put on her without the slightest fight from her.  He clipped and locked them together.  Next was the leather collar.  When Roberta saw it she started to cry.  She couldn’t help herself, but he expected that.  They all cry, but he didn’t care now.  He had to subdue her before the fun and games could begin.  Then she would cry for him nonstop.  The next thing to emerge from his pocket was the chain that he attached to her handcuffs and then to her collar, essentially insuring that her hands and arms would be going nowhere.  The last thing was the blind fold, which slipped over her head and eyes blacking out her sense of sight.  This often freaked the victim out the most, but this one didn’t flinch at all.  Being thrust into a world of darkness, not knowing what was going on, or what, or who, was coming sometimes paralyzed  a person.   She was now ready for him. 

When he was sure she was properly bound, he went back to the kitchen to get his knapsack.  As he returned through the swinging door he stopped to look at his conquest.  She was beautiful.  In his mind he evaluated her trying to put a dollar value on her assets.  Her tits would help her sell quickly, as would her long legs.  These two parts alone would probably add $10,000 to her price.  It didn’t hurt that she looked good for her age.  But he now realized he had to get her broken and start her training before the daughter came home.  Dealing with two unbroken bitches at one time was harder.  Each would look to the other for support.  That would mean it would take that much longer to break both of them, and time was not plentiful.   No, he had to get this one to accept and embrace her slavery before the daughter came home.  When the daughter was caught and bound and then saw her mother was accepting her new life, the daughter would give in that much more easily.

So out of the knapsack came the whips and clamps and the other training tools he knew he would use on her.   The rest of the items he would need were still in his car on the other side of the woods.  It was well hidden and knew he could walk to it and back in short order.  He turned his attention to his new merchandise and smiled.  No time like the present to get started.  He took out his knife once more, leaned over her, and put the tip against the skin of her face.  She gasped and held her breath.  He dragged the knife downward slowly to her shirt, and poked a hole in the fabric.  Now he cut the shirt open the long way to the waist.  He cut the rest of it off her and made quick work of her white-lace bra.  He repeated the pattern with her skirt and panties.  When she was naked before him, he picked up the narrow tipped riding crop and stood over her.  He felt so superior to her bound form.  Without further adieu, he brought the crop down onto her ass flesh.  She screamed into her ball gag and started sobbing.  Again the whip came down onto her ass.  She squirmed and violently tried to get away, but she was going nowhere.  He beat her mercilessly for fifteen minutes, covering her ass, thighs, and back with red marks and welts.  Not a word was spoken to her during the beating.  He took a break and went into the kitchen to the refrigerator.  There he found a can of soda, which he popped open and took a sip.  He walked back into the living room and found Roberta sobbing uncontrollably but no longer trying to move.  He put the can down and picked up the crop again.  With his foot he pushed and rolled her over onto her back.  The contact made her cry louder through her gag, and she tried to scream again when she felt the carpet touch her whipped skin.  He started to rain down blow after blow onto her front.  He especially like the way her firm tits jiggled when they were hit.  He was surprised to see her big nipples harden as he beat her.  He thought how good they would look with a pair of nice, thick rings pierced through them.  He striped her stomach and thighs, but was particularly nasty when he whipped her pussy.  She jerked like a mad woman each time he hit her there and screamed into the gag for all she was worth, but he didn’t stop until she stopped fighting.  He took a deep breath and put the crop down.  He picked up the can of soda and took a look sip, gulping it down before putting the can down once again.  Now he got down to his knees and leaned over his prey.  He got close to her ear, and whispered, “That was your first lesson, bitch.  You will receive many more beatings until you are broken and accept that you are now a slave.  Your freedom has been taken away from you forever.  You are no longer even human.  You are nothing more than fuck meat now, just a rape toy for me to train.  When I am done with you, you will be sold to the highest bidder and will serve your owner faithfully.  Do you understand me?”

Roberta could not believe her ears.  This animal has just walked into her house and bound her without much effort.  He beat her until she dared not move an inch, and now was telling her that she was to become a slave for the rest of her life.  This could not be happening.  How could this be happening?  She cried out her misery and pain.   Again he whispered into her ear.  “Will you accept your slavery?  Will you accept your training and your fate?” 

He could not be serious, could he?  She was too shocked to even think of such a thing.  She felt revulsion deep in the core of her being and nausea building in the pit of her stomach.  She would never accept such a thing.  She would never consent to becoming a slave.  Through her gag she sobbed out the word, “No.”

But he was just getting started.  Part of his methodology was to let the victim know exactly what he was doing to her.  When she couldn’t stand it anymore, her resistance would break and she would begin to accept the thought of being a slave for the first time.  The rest would come easily.  He would let them feel pleasure and then connect that pleasure to being a slave.  He would make sure that, in her mind, freedom would equal pain, thinking for herself would equal pain, all things except serving her master would equal pain.  Of course, if she took to the training and pain well enough, there was always the option of turning her into a pain slut.  He always liked to do this, but so few of them learned to like pain.  Pain sluts also brought in more money at auction, so it was a win-win for him.

As was expected, she refused to comply, so now it was time for round two.  He picked up the nipple clamps and leaned over her torso.  Her nipples were large and would take his clamps easily.  Because of their size, he would make them extra tight so they would cause her enough pain to make his point with her.  He opened the jaws of the first clamp and caught the erect bud firmly between them.  She immediately started to moan.  He did the same to the other nipple and she increased the pitch of her moaning.  It was music to his ears.  He tightened the screw on the first clamp and her pitch increased again like a musician tuning up a guitar.  When he finished with the other one, she was panting and screeching through her gag.  Next came the clit clamp.  When he reached down to find her hairy snatch it was his turn to be surprised.  She was clean shaven.  He almost didn’t expect that, but he remembered shaving one’s twat was the fashion these days.  So many women denuded themselves like the porn stars everyone watched and secretly worshipped.  He laughed to himself thinking how acceptable trying to be a slut was these days.  His thoughts quickly returned to his work and he started to tickle her clit.  Again he was surprised to find her already wet.  His fingers made squishy sounds as he played with her pussy.  He smiled and realized that this one was going to break easily.  She was enjoying what he was doing to her.  He attached the clamp with efficiency and Roberta moaned and cried loudly.  He leaned down to her ear again.  “I see that you are enjoying yourself.  That’s good.  If you admit it, I will let you cum. Cumming will make it easier for you to accept your slavery.”

“What the hell is he talking about?” she thought through the pain.  “I’m not enjoying this torture,” but she heard the sounds coming from her vagina.  She felt the waves of pleasure he inflicted on the walls of her hole.  Her mind was in denial because the pain was in the forefront of everything she was experiencing at the moment.  Still, there was something there, but she wouldn’t dare let herself admit its existence, at least not yet.  He could read her like a book.  He knew it was the right moment to ratchet up the pleasure to mingle with the pain.  He had the 9 inch vibrator ready on the table.  With surgeon like precision, he knew just the right moment to make the next cut in her resistance.  He picked up the vibrator and slowly rubbed it around her wet pussy.  He moved it up and down her slit, getting it oh so slick.  He teased her clamped clit until her hips started to respond, pumping up and down.  She was now ready for his next move, so he slammed the vibrator all the way into her snatch with one deft move.  Her cunt was tight but offered little resistance.  Still she tried to scream through her gag.  Before she had a chance to adjust to its presence inside her, he turned it on to the low setting.  He let her stew for a while watching her from above until her hips started to move more forcefully and her moans became louder.  She was climbing the ladder to an orgasm and he watched intently waiting for just the right moment to make his next move.  Her breathing was getting ragged and he could see she was almost there.  He leaned over and took one of her tit clamps in his hand.  He tightened it again and she arched her back as the pain intensified.  He did the same with her other tit clamp with the same result.  When he reached down to the clamp on her clit she started begging through her gag for him not to do it.

“Please no.  Don’t do it.  My god, please don’t hurt me.  I can’t take it.  You’re killing me.”

“Am I?” he asked.  He reached down to her pussy and turned the vibrator up to the next setting.  She moaned as her legs spread out, exposing more of herself to him.  “It seems like you are enjoying the experience.”  He could see her climbing again to her orgasm.  When she was just about there, he tightened the clit clamp and she let out an ear piercing scream that even the gag couldn’t repress.  As she screamed her orgasm tore through her making her convulse.   Her toes curled and spit drooled out of her mouth.  She even lost a bit of control of her bladder.  He smiled as he watched her cum until it subsided.  Once again he leaned in to her ear.  “How was that orgasm?  Bet it was the best you’ve ever had, wasn’t it?”

She could barely get the word out through the gag, but in her desire to resist him, she lied, “No.”

“Liar!” he laughed at her.  Just for that you will have another cum…” he paused so she could absorb his words, “but this time I will whip you until you cum.”

Roberta immediately started to cry.  The pain she felt was incredible.  How could she have had such an explosive orgasm as she suffered.  Somewhere in the back of her mind she acknowledged that he was right.  It was the best orgasm she ever had.  She was still wet and the vibrator was still buzzing away inside her.  The clamps hurt less now.  She was getting used to the pinching and pressure.  Her clit felt huge and more sensitive than she could ever remember.  In that dark corner of her mind where she admitted her pleasure, she dared to let herself wish for another orgasm. 

He reached to the table once more and picked up the 4” vibrating ass plug.  His evil smile revealed his perverse pleasure in what he was about to do to her.  He reached down with one hand and suddenly yanked out the vibrator buried in her cunt.  She gasped, but otherwise made no other sound.  Just as suddenly, he thrust the plug into her as far as it would go.  She gasped again, but still made no sound.  He pumped it in and out for a few minutes.  As he did so, he assaulted her with his words.

“You are such a fucking slut to be getting off on this treatment.  We both know you lied about that orgasm.  It’s ok to enjoy pain.  All good bitches do.  I knew from the first moment I saw you that you would take to this treatment.  I saw it in your eyes.  You didn’t even notice me then.  That body of yours was made to be abused and fucked.  No matter how hard you resist, I know there is a part of you that is admitting the truth.  Oh yes, you will fight it.  They all do.  You were brought up to believe such treatment is wrong.  You were taught to believe that you were a princess, and that your pussy was as valuable as gold, and that you should be treated gently and with respect, but you never felt truly fulfilled did you?”

She hated the thought of it, but realized he was right.  Sex had never been so intense.  She never came so hard.  She felt loved when she made love to her boyfriends and then her husband, but it never felt this good.

“I’ve opened your eyes, haven’t I?  You now know what you’ve been missing.  All the years wasted trying to get men to treat you well, when what you really should have been doing was getting fucked hard.  You should have been treated like a fucking whore, taken roughly, bound and beaten so that your orgasms would be more intense.”

Roberta couldn’t deny what he was saying.  Her whole world was collapsing around her.  Everything she was taught to believe was bullshit.  THIS was sex.  She never imagined that pain could be so good.  But she still couldn’t let go completely.  He was forcing this on her.  She had been raised to make her own decisions.  No one made up her mind for her.  She had to resist.  If she could survive this without giving in, she could find this kind of sex on her own terms.

But it wasn’t going to happen that way.

He pulled the plug out of her slowly and then found her asshole with it.  Without any fanfare, he slid it up her ass until it locked into place.  She was too shocked to respond until he turned the vibrator on sending waves of pleasure through her.  She had never felt anything like it before, but she knew she was in heaven.  When he replaced the other vibrator in her pussy and turned that one on, she was feeling wave after wave of pleasure, competing with each other and blending together at the same time.  She was going out of her mind.  All of her resistance was gone for the moment.  It returned when the flogger came down onto her clamped tits.  It took a few seconds for this new pain to register in her pleasure soaked brain.  Because of that, she didn’t feel the full brunt of it.  It stung, but it just added to the feelings she was experiencing.  When it came again and again her tits started to feel hot and she couldn’t help herself.  She tried her hardest to not give in but her body would not obey her mind.  She thrust her meaty tits up and out to meet the next stroke.  His knowing smile signaled his pleasant surprise with her progress.  It would all be over soon, too soon for him.  He did enjoy his work, but this one was progressing so fast he wasn’t getting as much pleasure as she was.  “Oh well,” he thought, “such is life.”   He continued to beat her tits until he could see her nearing another orgasm.  He stopped for a moment and bent down to her ear.  “Do you want to cum, little sex slave?  Do you want me to make you cum hard like you did before?”

She was completely gone now.  She wanted to say no, but couldn’t.  She had to have that orgasm.  She needed it so badly, that if he denied her, she would go completely insane.  She nodded her head.

He reached to the back of her head and unbuckled the strap that held the gag in its place.  She pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue.  “Then admit to me that you are a fuck toy.  Tell me that you want to give up all that you are and all that you have to become a sex slave.  Offer yourself for my training and I will give you what you desire.”

She could not even think anymore.  All that mattered was the orgasm that was just out of reach.  She would do anything, give up anything now for that orgasm, and she did.  The words exploded out of her mouth.  She couldn’t have stopped them even if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to stop them.  She broke like a cheap toy on Christmas morning.  “Oh god, yes, I am a fuck toy.  Use me.  Fuck me.  Make me cum, please,”

“You will call me Master from now on.”

Yes, Master.   Please let me cum.  I beg you.”

“How should I make you cum, bitch?  Should I be gentle with you?  Should I treat you like a princess?”

“Fuck no, Master.  Beat me until I come.  I’m a whore.  Treat me like one.  Fuck the living shit out of me.  Make it hurt.  Please give me pain.  I need it so bad.  Please.”

“Admit that you are my slave from this moment on.  Tell me what you want.”

Yes, Master.  I am your slave.  You own me from now until the end of time.  I want your training.  Make me do anything you want.  I’ll obey and do it all for you.  I swear it.”

“Well, I’m not so sure you are serious.  I don’t know if I believe you.  What will happen after you get your nice cummy cum?  You will probably forget all about your promises.  You’ll start planning to escape.”

“No I won’t, Master.  I swear it.  I’ll be a good slave.  I will.  Beat me.  Train me.  Let me prove it to you.”

He had won.  She was broken and now ready for training.  He would withhold her orgasms all day until she proved to him she was sincere.  He would use her own words against her to train her until she knew she could not go back.  At that point she would be his and then, and only then, would she receive her next orgasm.  He looked at his watch and smiled.  This might be a record.  It had taken him only an hour and a half so far.  He turned off her vibrators and removed them from her holes.   Roberta sighed disappointedly.  She started begging immediately.

Please, Master, put them back in me.  Make me cum.  I beg you.  Don’t deny me.  Please Master.  Please.”

“Silence, slave.  You will cum when I wish you to, not a moment before.” 

She was smart enough to stop talking.

Chapter 2

He attached a leash to her collar and slipped his hand into the handle end.  “OK, my little fuck toy, time to get up.”  He pulled her by the hair up to her knees, and then undid the bondage that had held her arms and legs in place, but her hands were still bound behind her.   Being guided by his hand in her hair, she got to her feet.  It felt good to stretch out again, but her legs were weak and shaky.  He got in front of her and tugged on the leash.  She got the idea instantly, stepping forward with baby steps.  Blinded as she was, she was tentative, but he tugged on her leash again and she followed in the direction it indicated.  He walked her around the room, stopping and starting her several times like a wild mustang being broken.   He taught her to follow the leash and to heal.  She learned quickly and made not a sound.    He next led her to the stairs and started to lead her up to the master bedroom.  She followed obediently.  Inside her darkness she realized where she was being led, and fought the hysteria that started to take her over.  He was going to rape her now.  He would violate her and there was nothing she could do about it.  Freaking out would do her no good.  In her mind she realized that he really did have control of her, that her very life was in his hands.  It dawned on her that she had to please him or she would be beaten again, or even worse.  She would have to use her body to survive.  She would please him and do it enthusiastically.  She would do whatever he told her to do, be whatever he told her to be.  If he wanted a sex slave, she would be a sex slave. 

When they entered the bedroom, he commanded her to halt.  She froze in place, but then did something of her own accord without realizing it.  She knelt.  He raised an eyebrow and smiled, but said nothing.  “She naturally knows what to do,” he thought.  He surveyed the room and was pleased to see the queen-sized four-poster bed.  He turned back to his pliant toy and stepped up to her so his crotch was in front of her face.  He slowly unzipped his fly so that she could hear it and he could savor the moment.  He reached in and pulled out his semi-hard cock.  It immediately started to get harder as he looked at her face and thought how beautiful she was.  He was tempted to take off the blindfold so that he could look into her eyes as he conquered her, but he knew that would be a mistake at this point.  She had to accept everything before she could see who was doing it to her.  Then, when he would let her see again, it wouldn’t matter who was doing it to her.  She would just obey as she had already gotten used to doing.  His system worked perfectly, and he would not deviate from it.  He grabbed her by the hair again and spoke to her.  “You will suck my cock until I cum in your mouth.  You will swallow all of my cum and not spill a drop.  If I feel your teeth or you try to bite me you will die instantly.”  He pulled her head to his cock and she opened her mouth to take him in.  She started licking and sucking him with abandon, like it was her lover that she hadn’t seen in weeks.  He reached down and started to play with her big tits.  Even though they were still clamped, she enjoyed to contact and manipulation.  He noticed she was getting into what she was doing.  He was now fully erect and enjoying her tongue as it slid up and down and all around his cock.  She was giving him a pretty good blowjob, but he knew he could hold off cumming for as long as he wanted to.  He let her work his cock for a half an hour, not giving her a moment’s break.  Her mouth was getting tired but she knew he was testing her.  She was terrified of what he would do to her if she failed, so she kept at it until she felt him twitch in her mouth.  Then she doubled her effort, giving it everything she had trying to make him cum.  She was sucking as if her life depended on it, and in her mind it did.  Still, he held off as long as he could.  He made her work at this pace for over five minutes before he let himself go.  Her fast moving tongue worked the underside of his cock until he started to go over the edge.  Just as he did, he announced that he was cumming, and reached down to remove the clamps on her nipples.  Pain returned to her numb tits as he told her, “What a good fuck toy you are.  You are pleasing your Master.”  Her mind registered the words and she felt proud.  Suddenly she went over the edge and came hard.  His orgasm ripped through him, and he had to grab the back of her head just to keep his balance as he exploded into her mouth.  She dared not stop until she was positively sure he had nothing left to give her, and then she swallowed it all in one gulp.  Roberta licked her Master’s cock clean just to be safe.  She didn’t want to take the chance that she might have missed a single drop.

“Thank you, Master.  Thank you for letting me suck your wonderful cock, and for cumming in this wanton whore’s mouth.  Mmmmmmm, your cum is delicious, Master.”

“I’m glad you like it my little sex slave.  You will get more of it as your training continues.  But you were a bad cuntl.  You came without permission.”

In her mind, Roberta panicked, but outwardly she remained calm.  She had displeased Him.  She didn’t know she wasn’t allowed to cum without permission.  What was she supposed to do now?  She figured it wouldn’t hurt to beg.  “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Master.  I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to cum without permission.  Please forgive this lowly piece of fuck meat.  It won’t ever happen again, Master.  I’m so sorry.  I really am.  Please don’t punish me anymore.  I’ll be good.   I promise.  I won’t cum unless you say so.  Please, Master. She now bent over and started kissing his feet, and licking the dirt off his shoes.  This pleased him.  It was a good time to show his approval and reinforce her submission.

“Well, I believe you are sorry and you really didn’t know, so I’ll go easy on you, but you must be punished for this, slave.  You do understand, don’t you?”

Roberta was crying hysterically now, but she nodded her agreement.  She sobbed out, “Yes, Master, I understand.  I should be punished.  Please punish me, Master.  Hurt me so that I know how to behave properly.”

“Get up on the bed you stupid bitch and spread your legs.”  She reached out to feel for the bed and quickly found her way to it.  She was on her back in no time with her legs spread wide as instructed.  Blind as she was she couldn’t see the crop he took out of his back pocket, but she knew from her position what was coming.  She was never so afraid in her life, but she came without permission.  That was not allowed.  She accepted that she deserved to be punished for it, so she spread her legs and held them open, offering him a perfect target. 

Again he smiled.  He could not believe his luck.  This one was one for the books.  She was already his and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.  She spread herself so he could whip her pussy and beg him to do it.   For just an instant he thought that maybe he should really go easy on her, just tap her a couple of times and be done with it.  She was, after all, being very obedient.  The thought was gone as quickly as it entered his head and he brought the crop down onto her wet, swollen pussy hard enough to make her convulse and scream at the same time.  He let her calm down for a few seconds and then told her, “I want you to count each stroke, thank me for it, and ask politely for another one, slave.”

Through her sobbing and shock from what he demanded she say, she gave the only response she knew.  “Yes Master.”

The crop came down again and she screamed for all she was worth, but counted, thanked him and asked for the next one.  He brought it down again, then again, and again.  She cried and screamed, but she never missed a beat.  She did as she was told.  After the 10th stroke he spoke once more to her.  “You do know why you are being punished, my slave slut.  You must never cum without your owner’s permission.  I am being so kind to you by teaching you obedience.  Pain is a gift that makes you a better slave.  You must learn to love pain.  It is the path to happiness for a fuck toy.  But I can tell from your wet cunt and the way you continue to hold yourself open, that you already are beginning to like it.  You like it more than you know or are willing to admit. “

She was nearly hysterical now, but doing her best to hold herself back.  Her cunt hurt so much, but she realized he was right.  Her cunt was wet, soaking wet, and there was a tingling sensation there that was oh so good.  Maybe her new Master was right.  Maybe she did enjoy pain.  Maybe she just had to let herself admit it and she could cum from it.  Wait, she thought.   She did cum from it when he removed the clamps during the blowjob she gave Him.  The idea hit her as if she were slapped in the face.  She did like it.  Pain was good.  It made her cum hard.  “Oh my god,” she thought,   “I actually like what he’s doing to me.   I’m a pain slut!”  She was shocked as she admitted this to herself, but something came over her that she did not expect.  In her darkness a dam burst inside her.  Her resistance to all that was happening to her imploded and was gone like a lightning bolt and clap of thunder.  Although she had heard of such things before, and had even read about them, she had never desired such things before this monster had entered her home and enslaved her.  Now she realized that there was no going back.  He had changed her as a person and, in turn, changed her life forever.  She was a sex slave now.  She was his to hurt and fuck.

Yet, he was not finished punishing her.  He brought the crop down again and now he was the one who was shocked.  She did not flinch and shy away from the stroke.  Rather, she lifted her hips upward to meet the stroke.  Her pussy flowered open and she sighed deeply.  She spoke the required words with enthusiasm and passion now.  He saw it instantly.  Acceptance and enjoyment.  But he had to be sure.  He brought the crop down once more and she repeated her moves and sounds, but more strongly this time.  He looked at the crop for an explanation, but found only leather.  When he looked down again, she was undulating her hips like a cheap whore trying to entice a john.  So his next move was to withhold the crop to see what she would do.    He didn’t hit her for a few seconds.  Then it turned into ten seconds, and then it was fifteen.  When thirty seconds passed, her undulations got more intense and more desperate, like a petted puppy whose petting had suddenly stopped and was trying to reach out for more.  “My god,” he thought, “she really does want the whip.”  He watched her for a minute then decided to speak to her.  “Do you want me to whip you some more cunt?  Do you want me to beat your pussy raw so that you can cum again, you horny slut?

“Yes Master, please whip my cunt.  Please hurt me.  Make me cum.  Please, I beg of you.”

He realized he needed to test her again.  “I have a question for you bitch.  Actually it is a last, opportunity to regain your freedom.  Do you want your freedom, my horny little fuck-slut?

Roberta’s mind raced as she tried to think.  What was he trying to do?  Was this a test?  Was he being honest and giving her a chance to end all this?

“I want you to choose between freedom and slavery.  Just say either word and it will be real and permanent.  If you choose freedom, I will stop beating you and remove your bonds.  I will gather my things and leave forever.  I swear I am telling you the truth.  You can count on it.  But if you choose slavery, I will rape you, and continue to beat and train you.  I guarantee that you will become a total pain slut and have the best orgasms of your life.  By the end of the day you will be another person, one who you will not recognize.  There will be no going back.”

“What will happen to me if I choose slavery, Master? “

I will take you away from here and eventually sell you.  The only guarantee will be that you will be sold to another sadistic master.  After you are no longer mine, there is no telling what will happen to you.”

“What will happen to my daughter?”

In order to complete this test, he lied.  “She will return in a few hours and one of two things will happen.  Either she will find you gone and never know what happened to you, or she can join you in slavery and be trained as you are.”

Roberta gasped.   The thought of her daughter suffering as she was now shocked her almost back to sanity.  She knew what the right choice was, but the last couple of hours had changed everything for her.  She could never go back.  She was already a slave in so many ways.  She needed to feed this new addiction and complete her training, but either choice concerning her daughter was insane.  She could not live without her daughter, nor could she subject her daughter to slavery, knowing full well that she would be sold and separated from her forever.  What kind of mother would she be if she made either choice?  She was stuck and couldn’t think of any solution.  A mother has to protect her child no matter what.   Then she thought about the last couple of hours and the revelations she experienced.  Suddenly, the lightning and thunder struck once again in her head.  It was all so clear now.  She wasn’t a mother any more.  She was just a slave now.  Her old self was no more, and all the expectations and responsibilities of that life were gone.  All that mattered was pleasing her Master.  She had to choose slavery for herself and her daughter.  There was no other choice.  Being separated from her daughter was impossible, so Tina would have to join her in slavery.   They would be sister slaves, a mother and daughter team.  Maybe she could convince Him not to sell them separately.  “Master, I am prepared to answer, but I would like permission to look you in the eyes when I do so that you will know the sincerity of my answer.”

Chapter 3

Her request took him by surprise and, at first, he didn’t answer her.  He mulled it over for a minute or two thinking logically about it.  Would he fuck up the process by letting her see him?  Is she ready now?  This had never come up before and he actually was unsure of himself.  The correct move came to him in the end, and he said to her, “Cunt.  You will give me your answer first.  If you choose slavery, I will remove your blindfold and you may look upon your new master for the first time.  If you choose freedom, I will pack up and go but leave you minimally tied up and blindfolded.  You will have very little difficultly freeing yourself after some effort.  Make your choice.”

“Yes, Master.  I choose…”  There was a pregnant pause that seemed to last forever for both of them.  “…slavery.  I choose slavery for my daughter and I, Master. “   Inside her, her soul burst free and soared like never before.  She was released from all worldly constraints and even her body could not contain her rapture. 

He wasn’t all that surprised by her answer, but he did smile broadly.  Somehow, by watching her body English, his confidence grew exponentially and he reached forward to her blindfold.  Without fanfare, he pulled it off of her eyes and completely off her head.   The sudden light hurt her eyes.  She couldn’t see a thing, but kept blinking until they adjusted to the light.  When she was finally able to see clearly, she looked up at her new master with absolute adulation in her eyes.   He was somewhat younger than she was, but ruggedly handsome with short dark hair and a cruel face that screamed, “Don’t fuck with me!”  He was strongly built, but not overly muscular.  Compact and understated were the words that came to mind.  His deep, green eyes bore into her soul and she knew beyond all doubt that he was her Master, her owner.  She was nothing more than his fuck meat now.  And she was happy.

“Master, may your lowly piece of fuck meat ask a question?”

“Go ahead,” he responded.

“Master, I am completely happy with my decision, but I would like to ask you a favor.  Please, please think it over.”  She looked into his eyes in fear and to gauge his reaction, but he gave no indication of any reaction.  “Please don’t separate my daughter and I.  Train us together and we will be obedient slaves for you.  When the time comes to sell us, please sell us together.  Both of us will do whatever you say, become whatever you say, and offer no resistance in the process.  I swear it.”

He stared coldly at her while he thought it over.  “Slut, how can you guarantee your daughter will cooperate?  What will you do when she resists?”

“She won’t resist.  I’ll see to it, Master.  Just give me a chance to convince her.  I’ll show her how wonderful slavery is and how to accept it as I have.”

“I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“Master, finish my training like you planned.  By the time she gets home, she will see me as a completely trained slave.  I will show her the joy and beauty of pain.  She will see your marks on your property and how I cum from it all.  I will deliver her primed and willing to you, if you please just give to me this one thing.”

He envisioned the daughter naked, collared and leashed being handed over to him by her mother.  His cock got hard instantly.  “Okay.  I agree.  I promise to keep you two together until you are sold.  After that, I will have no influence to do so.”

“Oh thank you Master.  Thank you.  Thank you.  You are so good and generous.”  She cried with relief.  She got off of the bed and went to her knees before him.  She bent over and kissed his shoes over and over.

His patience with this lasted for only a minute or so, until he decided it was time to resume her training.  “Bitch, it is time to continue.  It is time to rape my fuck slave for the first time.”

“Yes Master.”  She got off of the floor and returned to her position on the bed.  “Please Master, beat me and fuck me for you pleasure.  I beg of you.  Use this slutty piece of fuck meat as you see fit.  Show this cunt no mercy.”

And no mercy was what she got.  He took off his thick, black leather belt and wrapped the buckle around his right hand.  Her eyes widened as they met his eyes but she issued no other reaction.  He brought down the belt hard onto her tits with a loud crack.  She couldn’t help herself as she screamed.  Her Master didn’t even give her a chance to repeat the required words before he brought down the belt again and again.  After a few strokes she regained her composure and silenced herself, taking her beating in silence.  Her tits were bright red by the time he stopped, and she was crying uncontrollably.  All he said to her was, “Turn over onto your stomach,” which she did as quickly as she could move through the pain.  He then started on her ass and back.  He was just as relentless.  Sometime during this she drifted off to another place.  The strokes lost their intensity there, and she only felt rhythmic contact, heat and a tingling that was making her pussy gush with juice.  When he was quite satisfied with his handiwork, he stopped suddenly.  Roberta didn’t even notice for several seconds as she was lost in her own world.  His cock had returned to hardness as he beat her and he stepped up behind her and lined up his weapon with his new possession.  He brought the belt down one more time on her back and then slammed into her with so much brutal force that it brought her out of her little world and knocked the wind out of her.  Without fanfare, he fucked her hard and fast, making sure to slam his hips into her groin with every stroke.  As she fought to regain her breath, she could hear the slapping sound loud and clear as her Master’s large cock beat her cunt and cervix over and over bruising them both.  He reached out with his free hand and grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her back towards him.  She screeched out as she bent backwards toward him but uttered no other sounds.  He rode her like this for endless minutes, her tight, wet cunt rubbing his large cock as he conquered her.  He was in a good, fast paced rhythm, when he noticed the dresser mirror out of the corner of his eye.  When he turned toward it, he could clearly see her face.  She had her eyes closed and was smiling.  He realized she was enjoying this fuck as much as he was, and since he didn’t want her to enjoy it, he brought the belt down again on her back.  Now it was his turn to be shocked because she opened her mouth and hissed out.

“Oh God, yes, fuck me Master.  Beat me Master.  Teach this cunt her place.  Please Master, don’t stop.  Beat me harder.  Fuck me harder.  I beg you.  Use me.”

It was over before he even came.  She was completely his.  All he had to do was finish training her.   He would teach her how to stand, sit and walk, and what to say and not to say.  It was obvious that she loved to fuck, so all he would have to do was teach her how to use her body to maximize a Master’s pleasure.  How to keep house seemed to come naturally to her considering the condition of her home, but he would show her how to serve her Master around that home.  She would learn to dress and act to please Him in every situation.  These things would take time but were the easy part once she accepted her new life, and she most certainly accepted her new life.  The question was could he teach her enough in the next few hours so that when the daughter came home mom would be convincing enough?  He realized he would have to be quick and make it seem like giving themselves to him was all mom’s idea.  This was a new one for him, but as always, he was supremely confident he could do it.  With that acknowledgement, he refocused his attention back to the cunt in hand who was now moaning with each stroke of his cock and his belt.  He pulled her tighter and fucked her as hard as he could now.  It was almost painful for him , as he slammed into her, but he felt he could cum at any time now.  Thinking about what he needed to do, he decided to cum quickly and to start the rest of her training immediately, giving her no rest.  He spoke to her.

“Cunt, what is your name?  Tell your owner your name.”

“Master, your cunt’s name is Roberta, sir,” she replied.

“Slave Roberta, your Master is ready to cum.  I am going to cum deep into your unprotected womb.  Maybe, I will fuck a baby into you.  Would you like that, bitch?”

“Oh yes sir.  If you choose to make me pregnant, I would love to have your baby, Master.  It would be such an honor, Master.”

“Would you like me to father your daughter’s children as well?”

“Yes sir.  Both of us will have as many babies as you want us to have, Master.”

“And if I choose to sell the babies?”  He was testing her yet again.  She answered properly without skipping a beat.

They will be yours to sell, sir.  I just hope they bring you the price you desire.

He was convinced now, and he started to cum.  It was one of the best orgasms he ever had.  It was deep and intense, and lasted oh so long.  When he ejaculated, he did so with so much force that his semen shot out of him and stung her as it hit the walls of her womb.  When she felt it, she went crazy with lust, almost coming again, but she had learned her lesson and held back with all her might.  She started begging him for permission.

“Master, may this cunt come?  Please Master.   Please may your slave slut cum?  I beg you.  Please, please, please let me cum.  I need to cum Master.  She was nearly hysterical now, and he saw a chance to take advantage of it.

“Will you give me your daughter?  Will you hand her over to me collared and leashed for her first beating and fuck?  Will you gladly watch her lose her virginity in this way?”

She looked at Him over her shoulder and their eyes met as she confidently gave Him her answer.  “Yes Master, I will bring her to you collared and chained for her first beating and fuck.  I will gladly stay and watch, and I will revel in the moment knowing that she is sharing my joy in becoming your slave too.”

He smiled and said, “You may cum, whore.   Cum for me now.”

And she did, hard.

Chapter 4

The rest of the day found Roberta working hard to learn what He taught her.  She learned to walk with each step in front of the previous one, slightly crossing in front in order to make her ass jiggle.   She practiced standing up straight, thrusting out her tits and holding them there.  She wore her highest high heels all day, and even though they were only 4 inch heels, she enjoyed wearing them for him.  He taught her several positions for standing and kneeling, making her memorize them until she automatically moved when he called out their names or numbers.  She practiced her oral skills in between each lesson sometimes on him, other times on his dildos.  He took her in the ass before lunch, making her cry again, but she thanked him for popping her anal cherry and then made him lunch.  After lunch he beat her again just for the hell of it, but she didn’t complain at all.  She accepted it as it was his right to do so.  This time she didn’t cum.  She was learning.  After the beating, he clamped her nipples and clit again.  She sobbed when he did so, but thrust her tits and cunt up to his hands to make his work easier for him.

He went through her closet and dresser to see what acceptable clothes she had.  There wasn’t much, but she did have some things he approved of.  He liked most of her underwear, for she had a penchant for sexy, lacy things.  The few short skirts she had were acceptable, but most of the rest would end up in the garbage with the majority of her possessions.  After all, a slave had no need of possessions.  He allowed her keep her sexiest tops, especially the tight ones and the ones with the plunging necklines that showed off her large tits.  He pulled out a large suitcase form the closet and ordered her to pack the acceptable items.  He had her throw in her makeup, jewelry and cash.  He would always make a bit of extra money unloading a slave’s valuables once he took them away from their homes.  He would call in his appraisers to put a dollar value on whatever was there, and they would be happy to get such a good buy.  Even after the disappearance hit the news, they never talked because of the legal fallout they wanted to avoid.  The money was good so they came whenever he called.  All of this would be done before anyone knew that the woman was gone.  It would appear like they moved away.  He was very thorough.

When they went into her daughter’s room they followed the same procedure.  The daughter’s clothes were sexier and he had a harder time choosing what to keep and what to let go of, but her underwear wasn’t as good as her mom’s, so he kept almost none of it.  She wouldn’t need any underwear anyway.  Young girls like her daughter rarely needed bras because their tits were either small or firm enough to stand up without one.  A few lace panties and thongs were thrown into the suitcase.

When they were done in the bedrooms, he looked at the clock.  It was now almost three o’clock. He turned to his new slave and said, “What time is your cunt daughter due home, Slave Roberta?”

Roberta looked up into her Master’s eyes with absolute adoration.  “Master, school ends at three, but my cunt daughter is going over to her friend’s house until dinner time.”

“I see.  Well, we are almost done here.  You have learned your lessons well in the last seven hours.  There are only a few more things left to do before you start your new life as a slave.”

Roberta beamed when she heard his compliment.  She had pleased her Master.  She had to struggle not to cum right there on the spot.  “Thank you Master.  Master, what’s next?  I am ready for anything.  I will suffer anything for you. “

“Mmmmm.  We’ll see.”  He looked deeply into her eyes and saw the absolute devotion there.  He was pleased with himself as always, but he felt something he had never felt before.  He couldn’t describe it or even name it, but he did “feel” something.  It unnerved him for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.  “Fucktoy, how devoted are you to your new slavery?”

Without a second’s pause, Roberta responded proudly.  “Master, I am completely yours.  I want nothing else than to please you.  Your word is the word of God to me.  I never want to be anything else, never!”

For the first time that day he let her see him smile.  “Good bitch.  It is time for you to prove to me your devotion.”

“Yes Master.  What is it that you require of me, Master?”

He held her gaze and revealed his last test to her.  “Slave Roberta, I am going to pierce your nipples and pussy, so that you will always know who owns your flesh.”

She immediately went weak in the knees, and she had to hold on to him to keep from falling, but her eyes never left his.  “Yes Master, as you wish, but I don’t need to be pierced to know who owns me.  You own my flesh, my mind, and my soul already, but if my Master wants me to wear jewelry through my flesh, I will do so proudly.  Master, please pierce my nipples and pussy.  I beg you.”

He was stunned.  Never had any bitch so quickly agreed.  They all begged and pleaded with him not to do it.  Of course, he always went through with it.  It was the final degradation.  Knowing that they wore decorations that He put into their flesh made it permanent in their minds.  Each time they saw the metal they would know what they were and who owned them.  There was something different about this one, something special that he could not name.  He was pleased in a way he had never been before.

“Go downstairs to the kitchen, slave,” he firmly ordered her.  He watched her ass jiggle as she walked as she had been instructed.  As he watched, he realized how perfect her ass really was.  He decided right then and there that she needed a tattoo above her ass at the base of her back.  The daughter would get a matching one above her ass as well.  She was in front of him but he could see her thrust out chest as they passed the dresser mirror.  Her nipples were erect, and the expression on her face was not what he expected.  Once told of their impending piercings, all of the bitches before looked as if they were walking their last mile, but this one looked content, almost proud.  For the first time, he was taken aback by a slave.  He smiled as they silently walked down the stairs and toward the kitchen.  When they arrived, he ordered her to lie face up on the table with her arms and legs dangling off.  When she was in the correct position he reached into his knapsack and pulled out the coils of rope he brought just for this occasion.  Slowly, methodically he tied her arms and legs tightly to the table legs.  He tied her torso down and just before he gagged her, he asked,  “Do you want to watch me pierce you, slave, or should I blindfold you?”

“I don’t know, Master.  It is up to you to decide if I should see.  If you choose for me to watch, I will watch.  If not, I will only feel it.”  He decided to have her watch, then placed the gag in her mouth.

It took him only a few minutes to set up what he needed. As he did so, he talked to her in order to calm her down.   While she remained composed outwardly, he knew she was scared to death.  He told her how beautiful her tits will look once they were ringed, and how stimulated her pussy would always be with the rings hanging down from her lips and another ring hitting against her clit all of the time.  The thought of what he was saying did help her relax and focus somewhat.  By the time he had sterilized the needles and rings in alcohol, she seemed as calm as she was going to be.  He found ice in the freezer and used it to harden her nipples and to dull the pain a bit.  He put on his latex gloves and quickly swabbed her nipple with alcohol.   Picking up the long, curved needle he drew her attention to it and ordered her to watch.  She raised her head as much as she could.  He grabbed her nipple with a pair of forceps .  She grunted but otherwise made no other noise until she saw the tip of the needle touch the side of her cold, hard bud.  She started to scream as the point pressed into her.  The pitch increased and her muscles contracted as the point broke through the outer skin.  He pushed it further and further until it popped through the other side without much fanfare.  He looked up at her.  She was covered in a cold sweat, and was sobbing.  Quickly he attached the ring to the end of the needle and passed the rest of the needle through and out.  The ring followed and was soon locked into place.  He wiped up the drops of blood with an alcohol swab. The process and her reactions were repeated on the other nipple, but he was only half finished.  He moved his attentions to her pussy.

This time she could not contain herself.  Her fear overtook her and she was becoming hysterical.  He had to stop her now if he was going to get it done.  “Roberta, look at me.”  She did not comply.  “Slave Roberta, look at your Master right now!” he barked at her.  Through her tears she met his eyes and was frozen in his gaze.  “You will get a grip on yourself and stop freaking out, now!  You will hold still as I pierce your pussy.  You will endure the pain for me.  You will do it to show me your devotion.  Do I make myself clear, slave?”

His words washed over her like a warm, soothing bath, calming her as they enveloped her, making her feel safe.  The tension left her muscles and her breathing returned to normal.  “Yes Master,” was all she said.  He started with her left lip, sterilizing the spot, clamping and piercing it in short order.  She convulsed in her bonds when the pain came, but she focused and welcomed the pain, allowing it to take her to a new and previously undiscovered place.  She felt the warmth of the summer sun and safety all around her like the waters of the Caribbean Sea.  She saw His face, heard His voice and felt Him inside of her.   It was all she needed to get through it.  She lingered there not even feeling him prep her right lip.  When the pain of the needle came again she surged again into that dark place exploring its depths and discovering new colors and music she never knew could exist. 

When he was ready to pierce her clit hood he spoke to her once more pulling her out of her bliss.  “Roberta, I want you to beg me to pierce your clit hood as your final submission.  I want you to beg for the pain.”

She looked at him in disbelief.  Yes, she had endured the pain of her body’s modification, and found a new and wonderful place because of it, but to beg him for one more, to desire the intense pain that would scar her mind for the rest of her life was demanding too much.  How was she going to do this?  She struggled with it for several minutes, trying to find a way, until it hit her.  She understood.  By asking for it she was crossing the last threshold.  She was allowing him to imprint himself onto her mind and soul and accepting his reshaping of her.  As the rings modify her body, the pain modifies her mind and soul.  It all made sense now.  Everything clicked into place and she was ready.  The words poured out of her mouth like honey.  “Master, please pierce my clit.  Give me the pain I need to prove myself to you.  I beg you to hurt me, please.  Make me yours.  Do it.  Pierce my slutty clit.  Please.”

A wry smile came over his face and he deftly swabbed, clamped and pierced her most sensitive place.  The pain was liberating.  She didn’t try to resist it.  She felt it surge through her and she embraced it, and…loved it.  Yes, she gave in and loved it.  The most intense orgasm she had ever had erupted within her.  It lasted for forever, and then the darkness came.

Chapter 5

When she awoke, the world around her was exactly the same, but Roberta was a completely different person.  Her nipples and pussy throbbed and she was all alone, but she was at peace.  She could see His jewelry through her nipples, but because she was still tied to the table, she could not see His newly decorated pussy.  Gone was the lonely-widow Roberta who, just this morning, lived in this house with her teen-aged daughter.  There in her place was a trained, decorated fuck slave, her mind completely and permanently changed.  Her only thought now was the obsessive devotion and service to her Master, her god.  She would do anything for Him, give Him anything, and she intended to give Him her daughter as soon as she came home.  She could see the clock on the wall.  It was 4:00P.M.  She had only a couple of hours to get herself ready to deliver her daughter to Him.  She just had to get off of the kitchen table so she could get started.  She called out to Him, “Master.  Master, I am awake.  May I please be let off of the table? “   It took an eternity before He came into the kitchen from the living room.   Her eyes met His and she felt absolute bliss.  From his belt He took out the knife He used to subdue her initially.  She didn’t even flinch, so deep was her trust in Him.  He cut her bonds and the blood slowly came back into her limbs.  It took several minutes before the tingling to stop and for her to be able to move, but she was able to get off of the table of her own accord.  She immediately went to her knees before Him and lowered her gaze to the floor.

He just looked down at her and said, “Do what you have to do to prepare yourself.  When your whore daughter comes home you will have one hour to present her to me, as agreed.

“Yes, Master.  I look forward to presenting the cunt of my cunt.   I will make sure that she accepts your ownership as I have.  I’m juicing at the thought of you beating and fucking her into submission.”

He just smiled at her.  “How do you propose to convince her, Slave Roberta?”

“Master, I will let her see the bliss I get from serving you, and explain to her that you now own me, my life and everything in it, including her.  I have made the choice for her and she has no choice but to obey.  I will bring my virgin daughter to you and both of us will beg you to rip her innocence away, making her my sister slave to you.  May I have your permission to go up stairs and prepare?”

Yes, slave.  You may prepare.  Make sure that neither of you disappoint me.” 

“Yes, Master, thank you Master,” and with that she slowly rose to her feet and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.  Within a minute he heard the water running in the shower, and he decided to settle in and watch some television while he waited.  He caught one of the twenty-four hour news channels and was quite relaxed.   She kept creeping into his thoughts and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw her face and decorated body in his mind’s eye.  For some reason, she excited him in a way that no other slave had ever done.  He was uncomfortable with it at first, but he was in command, so he got comfortable easily enough, but he saw little of the news during the time she was primping for him.  When she finally came downstairs over a hour and a half later, she took his breath away.  She was astoundingly beautiful.  She was dressed and made up like a star, a porn star.  She wore a see through baby doll negligee, her new jewelry clearly visible.  Her long brown hair was swept up and in a long ponytail at the back of her head.  Her face was heavily made up, but tasteful, her lips crimson red.  Around her neck she wore the leather collar with the ring perfectly centered, but no other jewelry.  On her feet she wore a pair of red high heels that were among the few chosen to remain with her. 

She reached the ground floor and immediately got to her knees as she crawled to him.  “Is Master pleased?”

“Yes, but you still have work to do.”

“Yes Master.  The bitch will be home in less than a half an hour.  In the meantime, is there anything I can do to please my Master?”

“Sure.  Go into the kitchen and make me a sandwich and get me a beer.”

“As you wish, Master.”  Roberta crawled into the kitchen and got to work.  She quickly came back and served Him as He desired.  She stayed on her knees beside him as he ate, drank, and watched the news.

At five to six, Roberta heard a car pull up in front of her house, and its door opening then quickly shutting.  It drove away without any fanfare.  Tina walked in through the front door and quickly turned around to drop her knapsack on the floor and take off her sweater and hang it up not noticing the sight of her slave mother kneeling next to her master in the next room.  When she did, she froze, her mouth hanging open as, “Mom, what the hell is going on?  Who is this?” poured out of her mouth.

Roberta looked lovingly at her master, and he nodded.  “Tina baby, this is Master.  He is here to take us away and make us perfectly happy.  He came to me this morning after you left and changed my life for the better.  All I had to do is give myself to him with absolute devotion, which I did, and I have found true happiness.  I now serve Him in any and all ways He desires.”  At that moment Tina noticed her mom’s new nipple rings, and, as she looked downward, at her pussy rings as well.

“Mom, what did he do to you?  You’re wearing…rings.”

Yes, baby, I am.  They are Master’s rings.  He put them there himself earlier today.  I am proud to wear them.  Do you like them?”

Tina didn’t know what to say.  She had seen a few girls in the girl’s locker room at school that had such rings, but this was her mother.  In her shock, she spit out, “They are very cool, Mom.  Some of the girls at school have them, but I never dreamed that my Mom would have them.”

“I know baby.  So much has changed today.  I am not the same person I was this morning.  I have changed for the better.  Why don’t you come and take a closer look.  You can touch them if you like.”

As if hypnotized, Tina came forward drawn to her mother’s jewelry.  Roberta stood up as she approached.  Tina reached out and lightly touched one of her nipple rings, drawing its shape with her finger.  A shot of pain tore through Roberta’s breast, but she didn’t flinch.  Inside her head, she saw colors and felt warmth, and she moaned.  Tina drew back, but Roberta smiled and said it was all right.  Tina’s hand returned to the ring.  Soon she was touching the other one.  Roberta told her, “Would you like to see my other rings, baby?”

An embarrassed Tina said, “Okay, Mom, I guess.”

“Then get down on your knees baby and I’ll spread my legs for you.”  Roberta not only spread her legs but lifted the hem of her nighty, giving Tina an unobstructed view of her cleanly shaven pussy with its new rings.  Tina was now on her knees looking up into her mother’s pussy awestruck by the sight in front of her.  “Go ahead and touch them, sweetheart,” and Tina did sending new pain rippling through her pain slut of a mom.  Again she moaned, but this time Tina could tell her mom was enjoying it.

“Oh my God, Mom.  I don’t know what to say.  This is too freaky.”

It’s not freaky, baby girl.  It’s perfectly right.  This is how it is supposed to be.  Women are on this earth to serve men as their slaves, so as to make them happy.  Men are here to dominate and rule over us, and to put, and keep us, in our rightful places.  My new jewelry is a sign of my accepting Master’s ownership of me and all that is mine.”

“Huh?  All that is yours, what does that mean?”

“I am giving Master everything that is mine to give.  He gets my mind, body, heart and soul, but also all my worldly goods.  That means our house, car, money in the bank, and all of our belongings…and, he gets one more thing that is mine.”

With a dear in the headlights look on her face, Tina took the bait.  “What is that, Mom?”

“Honey, he gets you.”  Tina’s heart skipped a beat and her breath was sucked right out of her, but Roberta continued.  “You will join me in slavery to Master.  You have no choice in this matter.  The decision has been made already.  He will train you as he did me and you and I will serve him happily.  In return he has agreed not to split us up when he is ready to sell us at auction.  After that, there is no telling what will happen to us, but I’m hoping that we will be bought together and remain as a team for the rest of our lives.”

The words crashed into Tina’s mind like a tsunami overwhelming the teen’s ability to comprehend.  “But Mom, I don’t want to be a slave.  I want to have a normal life and make my own choices.  I want to get an education and get married some day.”

“Honey, that may happen in the future, but it will be up to Master to decide what our fate will be.  We must trust Master.  He knows what is best for us.  All we must do is obey and do whatever he commands.  Through that, we will be happy.  It really is quite simple.  Will you join me and find the pure happiness that I have found?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No baby, you don’t.  If you don’t agree, Master will tie you and beat you into submission.  Actually, he is going to do that anyway, so you may as well accept it now so we can get started.  Once you have your mind and body properly trained, you will come to love your new life as I have.

Tina had tears running down her cheeks.  “And what about school and my new friends?”

“You will soon forget about those things.  They are not important.  Only our Master’s happiness is important.”  Roberta looked deeply into her daughter’s eyes.    “Will you cooperate?

Tina was too stunned to  answer.  It took a few minutes for Roberta to realize that she would have to lead her daughter into this by the hand.  So she got up and did just that.  She took Tina’s hand and looked to her Master, who again nodded.  She gently led Tina upstairs to prepare her as promised.  Tina did not resist.  She followed her mom zombielike while she tried to process all that had transpired.  When they reached the top of the stairs, he heard the last bit of conversation before they closed the bedroom door in Tina’s room.

“Mom, will I get jewelry just like yours?”

That is for Master to decide, baby, but I’ll bet the answer will be yes.”

“Then I guess it won’t be all bad, will it, Mom?

“No baby, it won’t.  It will be wonderful.  You’ll learn to love it when He beats you and fucks you hard.”

Tina looked confused.  “I will?” she asked her mother incredulously.

“Oh yes, baby,” Roberta told her as if it was the best thing in the world.  “Your orgasms will be so intense you’ll think that you have died and gone to heaven.  The pain will bring you to a heavenly place that wraps you in warmth and shows you the most vivid colors.”

Tina could not fully comprehend it all, but she loved and trusted her mother.  Her mom made it sound so nice, and she seemed so content, even with all of the marks on her body.  “Okay, Mom, I’ll be good and cooperate.”

“Good girl.  I knew you would.

Chapter 6

After he heard the shower start, he went into the kitchen to get his phone out of the knapsack.  He quickly, and efficiently, made the necessary calls.  In a matter of a few hours he and his two new slaves would be gone from this place, and his associates would do what they did best, clean out the house.  It was finally getting dark, so he walked out the back door and casually made his way back towards the woods.  He found his van exactly as he left it, got in and started it up quickly, and drove it around the block to park it in the driveway, right next to Roberta’s car.  He walked back around the house and reentered the kitchen.  The shower was no longer running, but he could still hear the noise their movements made.  He grabbed another beer from the frig, and sat down on the couch in the living room to wait for his new slave to be delivered to him.  He didn’t have to wait long.

From the top landing he heard slave Roberta call to him.  “Master, we are ready.”

With a devilish smile on his face he called to her,   ”Good slave.  Come down here now.”  The first thing he saw was their bare feet and smooth legs, as silent as cats on the stairs.  When they reached the bottom landing and turned to face him in the room, he was taken aback by the beauty he saw there.  Both were naked, with large, firm, round tits and large pink nipples.  Roberta had shaved her daughter’s twat for her Master, and brushed her hair until it draped over the girl’s shoulders, framing her beautiful young face that was heavily made up.  What he had not expected to see so soon was the collar around Tina’s neck and the leash attached to it that Roberta held wrapped around her hand, tightly controlling her daughter.  They waited for his signal to approach.  “Bring her to me, Slave Roberta,”   He commanded.  Roberta walked the distance to stand in front of Him, her daughter a half step behind.  “Are you prepared to hand over your daughter to me, slave?”

“Yes Master, I am, and with no reservations.  Please take my gift to you and use her as you wish.  Please beat and fuck my virgin daughter until she completely submits to your ownership.”

“And do you, Slave Tina, understand what your mother is doing, and what it means?”

“Yes, sir, I understand.  She’s been explaining it all to me while she got me ready.”

“Then tell me in your own words what is going to happen to you now.”

“As a sign of her submission to slavery, my mom is turning me over to you to become a slave too.  You will beat me and rape me over and over until I accept my new life.  Then, you will train me, like you did Mom, until we are both perfect slaves.  You will use us for a while and then sell us at a slave auction.  Then, we will spend the rest of our lives serving other masters while being beaten and fucked for their pleasure.”

“And how do you feel about this, little one?”

With tears in her eyes, Tina started to answer, but her voice caught in her throat.  She thought about the conversation  with mom upstairs, and very softly said to him as she raised her moist eyes to meet her new Master’s, “It does not matter what a slave thinks, Master.  She exists to serve.  I am a slave.  Please use me.  I beg you to beat me and rape me until Your heart is content.  I submit to you.  Please own me as you do my mom.”

He smiled.  “Slave Roberta, hand over your daughter to me now.”  Roberta stepped forward and smoothly pushed out her arm with the leash strap wrapped around her hand.  He reached out, took the strap from her hand and slipped it around his own hand, then started to coil the leash around his hand.  As he did, Tina was forced to step closer and closer until she was close enough to feel his breath on her face.  She felt the power of his presence and knew to drop her eyes.  She was trembling slightly, as she heard his next words.  “Slave Roberta, go get my knapsack in the kitchen.  It is time to turn Tina into a sex slave.

Tina was beaten as badly as her mother and raped several times.  Her cherry was popped from behind with her on her hands and knees begging her Master to rip her open.  When he did, she screamed, but he could be sure if it was from pain or pleasure.  She was soaking wet when he ripped through her and went wild as he fucked her pussy, ass and mouth.  He came once in each hole and proclaimed as he did, “Now this hole is mine.  I’ve fucked it first.  I own it.”

She responded as instructed, “Yes Master, this hole is yours.  You fucked it first.  You own it.”  By the third time around, she was chanting it over and over as he whipped and fucked her.

“Young ones break so much more easily,” he thought.  She was nursing on his cock from the side of the couch.  Her hands were cuffed behind her as he was petting her hair.  Roberta was on her knees with a crop in her mouth, also with hands cuffed behind her back, and a serene smile on her face.  He could see Tina’s newly pierced nipples and pussy.  There were still a few drops of blood around each wound, but he knew they would heal soon enough.  He glanced at his watch and realized it was time to go.  He got up and ordered them to, “Stay,” which they did.  He opened the front door, stepped out into the darkness, and went to his van.  After opening the door, he reached in and picked up a small, brown shopping bag and carried it back into the house.  He walked back to the two slaves waiting in front of the couch and placed the bag down onto the couch. 

“It is time to go, slaves.  You will never see this house, or the things in it, ever again.”  Neither  one responded nor moved.  He reached into the bag and pulled out a set of light-weight chains, each with spring clips on the ends.  He turned to Roberta and clipped a chain to each of her nipple rings and her clit ring.  He methodically did the same to Tina.  With both done, he attached Roberta’s leash to the junction of the three chains, and found the other leash in the brown bag.  Tina was attached to it in a few seconds.  He turned and started walking without any consideration for the two bound, pierced slaves that rushed to follow him lest their nipples and clits be torn.  They were led out to his van, where he opened the sliding door and stepped in.  The two slaves had no choice but to follow.  He sat them down next to each other and clipped their leashes onto the hooks he installed in the roof.  From the same brown bag he pulled out the new, matching ball gags, which went easily into the slaves mouths.  He took a moment to take it all in.  They were incredibly beautiful and submissive.  He realized he would never find a pair like this again, and a thought crossed his mind.  “Maybe I should keep these two for myself.”  He would wrestle with this notion for the entire ride before he would make the decision.  Before he drove them away to their new lives, he placed the leather hoods on them.  Still, neither one of them reacted.   By now they were used to the darkness.